This Jesus-loving football player portrays his savior as flamboyant and in love with himself. Tim Tebow is ringing a lot of peoples’ gaydars.
These nearly naked Venezuelan pro-Ahmadinejad protesters/exhibitionist may seem far afield from Tokyo. But if we’ve learned anything in this time of instant image access, it’s that the potential for moe in our daily lives is increasing in every Twitter/Facebook millisecond.
I wonder who came up with the brilliant idea of placing their hero on their crotches. This loving tribute to the Iranian leader reminds me of the funeral of daddy Assad with a public mourner who had the deceased daddy tattooed on each of his (male) breasts.
I guess if the dicatator were inside you, it would be impossible to exhibit to others. The image also makes me wonder what the view from behind the protesters must look like. Thanks Hooman!
The husband told me that condom vending machines used to be everywhere in Tokyo. This bit of antiquated technology, designed to eliminate any shame around condom purchasing, boasts the latest in Japanese technology: .02 millimeter thinness. I love how the machine is in a totally residential neighborhood, and hope it gets lots of loving use!
I am, of course, *loving* how US conservatives are going crazy over Obama’s bowing to the Japanese Emperor. How dare he show respect to the titular leader of a foreign country?! Never mind how W walked hand-in-hand with the Saudi Arabian royal petro dealers or cozied up perched on their arm rests.
Obama playing nice in Japan and currying favor in Chinese signals a shift from the aggressive unilateralism into a new era where the US must please and satisfy the purchasers of our ballooning Treasury debt. The sexual undertones add to the political realignment of new roles and possibilities.
As others have noted, Obama was poorly prepared for his meeting with Japanese leaders. You do not bow while hand-shaking. It is either/or, or at the least bow-then-shake.
Are Japanese men teasing me with their plant-love fashion? This California t-shirt reminds me of happy times that are not allowed in this otherwise wonderful and peace-loving country.
Who can resist loving Tokyo?